The Queen Bitch Of Sunnydale

5.

Poppy music played in the background as the nude Slayer bounced enticingly up and down on the small trampoline Mrs. Summers had thoughtfully provided, her nubile breasts bouncing and a slight sheen of sweat giving the curvy teen a healthy glow. Mrs. Summers was herself sat on the couch avidly watching Faith as she supped at a glass of wine. “Hi Mom!” Buffy trilled from the hallway. “It’s me and Willow, we’ve got a guest. A potential member.”

”Oh really?” Joyce raised an eyebrow before looking towards the east coast transplant. “Stay there dear.”

Faith nodded as she obeyed, her dark mane having fallen over her face, giving her a barely-tamed appearance. She could still see the stranger through her locks, a tall, thin blonde of Buffy’s age, whose cornflower-blue eyes were fixed on Faith’s jiggling jugs.

“Mom,” Buffy greeted, “this is Anya-.”

”Well you’re quite unusual,” Joyce purred. “A former demon of some sort if I’m not mistaken.”

”I want to be a Vengeance Demon again!” the blonde hissed, her tongue flicking over her lips as she peered at Faith.

“I’m afraid I can’t have that, you’d have the power to threaten my dear daughter.” Joyce looked towards the still-bouncing brunette. “Faith, sit on dear Anya’s knee, there’s a good girl.”

“Yes Mrs. Summers,” the Slayer nimbly jumped to the floor, rushed over and perched on the now sat blonde’s knee, the sweat gleaming on the nude slave’s body.

”What.” Anya let out a gasp even as she began unconsciously feeling up the curvy Playmate-quality babe sat on her lap, her left hand grabbing and squeezing Faith’s bubble butt while trailing her other hand up the Slayer’s undulating belly and beginning to play with her ample rack.

”You see dear, I’m a Succubus, a sex mage of exceptional power, and I draw my power from the climaxes of the women in my harem,” Joyce continued as the blonde played with Faith, pawing her ass, fondling her tits, fingering her twat, kissing her neck and chin, and stroking her hair. “Of which Faith is the bitch of. All you women apart from Faith are subservient only to myself, and I expect nothing more than the occasional fun for myself, far less than before Faith, abstinence from males, and plenty of lesbian climaxes with other harem members and other women. In return, you have my and my Slayers’ protection.” Joyce smiled. “I sense your lusty nature, haven’t you been bursting to experiment with your new body?”

Anya pulled Faith into a possessive kiss, her lips crushing the busty Slayer’s as her tongue explored Faith’s mouth. “And this use,” Anya looked towards Joyce, “it starts once I’ve joined?”

”Of course,” Joyce beamed. “I’ll even give you a trial run with Faith here before I mark you up. If you don’t want to join afterwards, I won’t ink you, but you’ll be expected to leave town by the end of tomorrow, otherwise my daughter will hunt you down. Deal?” Anya nodded. “Excellent,” Joyce clapped her hands together, “Faith bend over the table, I’ll add Anya’s name to your back now as a sign of good ‘faith’,” Joyce giggled at her pun before looking towards Buffy, “Buffy go and get the ink.”

Joyce turned to Anya as they walked through into the kitchen, Joyce’s robe having been discarded. “Girls,” Joyce tutted, “you know the house rules, strip. Anya, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course.” While Faith was inked, Buffy, Willow, and Anya stripped. The ex-demon grabbed Faith’s glossy mane and lifted her face from the table. “I like to wear a strap-on,” the tall blonde commented. “Or at least I do when with a girl.”

”Of course,” Joyce beamed. “We have a selection, if you’d like I’d show you.” Joyce giggled. “I don’t suppose you’d mind us watching you and Faith?”

After a second the blonde shrugged. “Why not? I’ve nothing to be ashamed of.”

”Excellent,” Joyce clapped her hands. “Buffy, put some microwave popcorn on for you, I, and Willow. We’re going to have a show!”

After sitting through Anya and Joyce discussing the relative merits of all the different strap-ons, Anya settled on a ten-inch long, one inch thick at the tip, three inches thick at the root cock Faith had nicknamed ‘The Porn Star’. And then they were off upstairs to Joyce’s bedroom, Faith and Buffy carrying the sofa upstairs and placing it by the side of the dressing table so Joyce, Buffy, and Willow could watch and enjoy the skin show.

“Wow,” Buffy giggled, “look at the gleam in Anya’s eyes, someone’s gonna get it!”

”Someone?” Willow laughed. “Don’t you mean Faith?”

“Anya!” Joyce threw in. “Be inventive dear!”

“Of course,” Anya climbed on the bed that Faith spent so much licking hairy pussy on, sat in the middle, and started barking out orders. “Bitch! I want those long legs over my shoulders, and your arms behind you supporting your weight! Move it!”

“Yes Mistress Anya!” Faith hurried into position and lowered herself onto ‘The Porn Star’, with a long drawn-out moan.

“Oh yes!” Joyce cackled. “The arm-chair, well done Anya!”

“Move it!” Anya’s finger nails raked across Slayer titty.

”Yes Mistress Anya!” Faith winced as pain blazed through her breasts and began powering herself up by her arms, her twat’s juices soon slicking the pole beneath her, panting with the effort as her arm muscles writhed and flexed. For a while the former demon was content just to watch and touch, squeeze Faith’s jiggling melons, tug on the tit flesh, and even slap them on the outside, forcing them to slap together, laughing as they did so.

But then Anya’s impatience grew, her hands grabbing hold of Faith’s hips and yanking her down even as her own hips pushed up, driving the thick cock deeper, the buxom Slayer’s velvet walls clenching around the cock sliding in and out of her. “Come on lazy bitch!” screeched the former demon. “Faster, you idle cunt! Get a move on you, dumb whore!”

“Yes Mistress Anya!” Faith gasped between desperate breaths, sweat flowing off her as her arms rippled and burnt under the constant exercise.

”You have to admire her line in trash-talk,” Willow commented.

“Take my cock you little tramp!” Anya ordered.

”She’s a potty mouth,” Buffy replied between munches of pop corn.

Faith threw her head back and moaned as the throbbing in her twat increased, the violently fucking woman beneath her increasing the speed of her thrusts up. “Take it! Take it!” Anya grunted and squealed, her cock driving deeper and deeper in the Slayer beauty’s pinkness, her pussy constantly clenching around it, a heat growing in her lower belly as her climax approached. “Come on you bitch!” Then Anya began clawing at Faith’s twat, rubbing her fingers across the Slayer’s shaking pleasure-button. “Come for me you slut!”

”OHHHHHH! OHHHHH! OOOOOH!” Faith wailed as she came, the blonde’s fucking not slowing but increasing until a second wave of pleasure crashed over her. “YE! YES! YES! YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”

Before she knew it, Anya was pulling her legs off her shoulders, and placing her feet either side of her shoulders. “Continue,” the blonde snapped.

”Yes,” Faith breathed as she rocked back and forth on the cock still inside her, moaning as it rubbed up against already inflamed nerve clusters. Then she flexed knees and pulled down on her arms, utilising all her limbs as she pushed down, then powered up, her nubile frame a symphony of erotic beauty. “Oh, oh, oh.” Sweat gleamed on the curvy brunette’s rippling frame as she pushed up and down, her pussy squeezing and relaxing around the cock that her partner was energetically thrusting into her. Faith moaned every time it rubbed against her walls, and moaned again as it crashed against her cervix, eyes glazing with delight. “Give it to me!” The air filled with her moans and the scent of their mingled sweaty sex as Anya grunted and pushed up, and Faith powered down to greet her, pussy welcomingly spread. “So good, so good!”

”Ohhhh,” Faith groaned with every penetration, loving the way the cock glided into her buttery warmness. “Ohhh,” she moaned again as Anya’s soft palms slid up and down her tautly flexing thighs, barely touching them with more than a teasing caress. And then the former demon grinned even as her hips arched up and her cock thrust deep into the Slayer’s pleasure channel. “Ohh!” Faith’s teardropped tits bounced and her cupid-bowed lips parted in a cry when the blonde started ‘helping her’, and grabbed her tiny waist, dragging up and down her penetrating member at a still greater speed. “Ohhh!” Faith gasped as Anya thrust in and out of her, the heat in her twat growing until it erupted in a stream of cum jetting down the cock. Her breasts rolled as her back arched and relaxed, the muscles of her powerful limbs standing out as every part of her spasmed in conjunction with her cunny.

And then the blonde’s hand was in her hair, pulling her up into a long, lingering kiss, their nude bodies rubbing together, and Anya’s cock still impaling her twat as her tongue did the same to Faith’s mouth. Then the blonde pulled away. “You having a good time baby?” Anya queried as she licked at the sweat on Faith’s neck, the vein there jumping in erotic excitement.

”Yes Mistress Anya,” Faith panted and moaned, the former demon’s free hand traversing the curves of her alluring body.

”Is that because you’re a dirty little cum-slut?”

”Yes Mistress Anya,” Faith slavishly agreed. “Your dirty little cum-slut!”

“Good,” Anya nodded as she laid down. “Now I want you spin around,” Faith whimpered as she obeyed, her pussy twisting around the stiff prick, “until your pretty little ass is facing away from me, then lie down on your face, and spread your legs until your feet are flanking my shoulders. Can you do that?”

”Yes Mistress Anya,” Faith quickly and eagerly obeyed, Compulsion and her own natural horniness combining to ensure all she could think about was getting more climaxes. The brunette’s face ended up between Anya’s feet and her tits squashed flat against the bed, hardened nipples rubbing on the silken sheets she’d only just washed that morning, but Faith barely noticed that as a shiver ran through her at the strange places the cock was pressing on, places it would rarely stroke against.

”Hips up and down,” Anya ordered. “I’m waiting.”

Faith’s butt jiggled erotically as she adjusted to her new and unusual position, her hips tilting upwards to withdraw from the cock inside her, then grinding down to take it back inside her, a low moan spilling from her lips as her velvet tunnel stretched to take the invader and in the process rubbed against her nerves in an entirely different manner.

”That’s it!” Anya’s cracked against the Slayer’s delectable behind with the crack of a pistol shot. “Faster you little cunt!” The hand hit her behind again, causing the brunette’s breath to hitch and her teeth to grit at the surprising pain. “Move it!” Faith’s ass jumped to another slap. “Don’t be so fucking lazy!”

”Um,” Buffy giggled as she chowed down on her popcorn, “that looks fun!”

“Look at the way Faith’s ass bounces,” Willow winced, “Anya’s really laying them in.”

“Come on you fucking tramp!” Faith’s ass jumped as Anya’s hand crashed into it. “I said faster, you dumb bitch!”

”She should speed up then,” Joyce giggled. “Buffy, go and get us a pack of cokes out of the fridge, it looks like Anya’s just getting started.”

“Faster! Faster! Faster!” Anya’s hand left fingerprints as it slapped against Faith’s wobbling behind, her flesh flaring red. “Faster, you lazy fucking slut!” Faith’s ass blazed as Anya continued laying in the blows. “Do you think I’m fucking joking? Move it, you worthless whore!”

“Yes, Mistress Anya! Faster! Faster!” Faith’s ass burnt as it bounced under the blonde’s vicious assault, the Slayer’s weak whimpers filling the air as she meekly obeyed the former demon’s demands, driving her pleasure core up and down on the demon’s now thrusting prick, every impalement sending a shiver of pleasure to go with the shooting pain through her. “Oh god,” Faith mumbled as her pussy ached and yearned for release, her lower belly twitching and contracting as yet another climax approached.

As if sensing her coming climax, or wanting one of her own, Anya’s hands grabbed the Slayer’s slender hips and began yanking her up and down on her cock, her grunts joining Faith’s. And then the Slayer arched, her face and tits lifting off the bed, sweat flying off her shaking body as she screamed herself hoarse. “OH FUCK! THAT FEELS SO GOOD!”

“Someone’s having a good time,” Willow commented as Faith slumped back to the bed, her body feeling boneless and limp.

”So am I,” Joyce commented with a groan, the glow of the orgasms’ magical power surrounding the sex mage.

”Come on.” Anya’s hand cracked against her ass. “I want you lying across the bed, on your back.” Faith rolled into position, her dark eyes widening as the former demon slid up to her and rolled onto her side, placing her bottom leg between Faith’s own, and Faith’s top leg over her shoulder, before sliding her cock back into Faith’s receptive pleasure-hole.

Faith screwed her eyes shut as the blonde began fucking her, nothing for her to do in this position but enjoy herself. “You’re a dirty little bitch aren’t you?” Anya taunted.

”Yes Mistress Anya!” Faith gasped between pants, the blonde starting out by simply pounding her with fast strokes, only pulling out half the way before pushing back, her soaking twat shaking around her.

”And you belong to us don’t you?” Anya pressed. “You’re our fuck-toy aren’t you?”

”Your fuck-toy,” Faith’s back arched as she agreed, her tits bouncing as Anya suddenly slowed and began taking her with long, full strokes. “I belong to you all!”

”Our fat-titted cunt!” Anya exclaimed as she speeded up, then suddenly slowed again, the angle of her thrusts changing until every one ended up with her bumping the tip against the Slayer’s G-spot. “And you love it don’t you little tramp?”

“Oh! OH!” Faith wailed as she nodded her head in agreement, thick mane falling over her face as she did so, obscuring her wild, primal features. “Yes! Yes!”

“That’s why you like it here, because you’re nothing but a horny tramp!” the blonde announced.

“Yes! Yes!” Faith shrieked as Anya suddenly changed her angle again, thrusting down this time, her change causing the Slayer’s aching cunt to adapt again. “A horny tramp for your fat cock and hot body!”

“Anya’s got a nice line in trash-talk,” Willow commented.

“And look at her technique,” Joyce marvelled. “Take notes girls, see how she never fucks Faith at the same speed all the time, nor does she pull out all the way every time. Always varying her strap-on use, never gives Faith a chance to get used to what’s coming next!”

“I’m slapping your clit!” Anya unnecessarily announced, her finger tips cracking against the Slayer’s shaking pleasure button even as she thrust in and out of the squirming beauty. “How do you like that?”

”So good,” Faith moaned and whimpered as her nubile body gyrated under the blonde’s onslaught, every nerve in her twat feeling like it was on fire, her pussy cramping like a marathon runner’s calves at the end of the race.

“Then how about this!” Anya asked as she speeded up, her technique giving way to fearsomely aggressive thrusts in and out.

”OH GOOOOOOOOOOD!” Faith squealed, back arching until only her head and butt were on the sweat and cum soaked bed as Anya grabbed and twisted her clit. “FUCCCCCCCCCCCCK!” The beauteous brunette’s mouth opened in a lampshade-shaking scream as the demon seemingly attempted to pull her clit off while simultaneously twisting it.

”Wow,” Buffy shook her head, “even a Slayer’s gotta struggle to keep up with Anya. It’s lucky Faith’s such a slut.”

”Now, Buffy,” Joyce giggled, “play nice with our girl.”

By the time Faith had come around, Anya had grabbed her ankles and folded her in two, her feet flanking her head as the former demon held them there and stared down at the brunette beauty’s soaked cunt before thrusting her strap-on into her aching cunny. The force of the blonde’s entry would have made the beauty arch but she couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but sweat and pant as Anya fucked her at an unrelenting pace, her hands firmly holding Faith’s ankles where Anya wanted them. For a while Anya did nothing but watch the mesmerising sight of her cock pistoning out of the brunette’s trembling twat.

“O hell,” Faith panted as she slid one hand down her undulating belly to stroke teasingly at her clit as the other was magnetically drawn to her firm tits, rolling the tender flesh around and pinching at her hardened, exciting nipples. “You’re, oh hell.”

“Yeah,” Anya suddenly spoke, “I’m nailing you good aren’t I?”

“So good,” Faith replied as her pussy pulsed under Anya’s driving cock, her trim belly slapping against Faith’s rounded rear as she impaled the shaking beauty again and again, sweat flying off their bodies with the collision’s force. “Fucking me so good!” Faith’s ruby lips opened in a long moan as the head of Anya’s store-bought cock punched against her cervix, drilling her g-spot with a heavyweight’s force. “Giving it to me hard!”

“Ahhhhh!” Faith squirmed on the bed as Anya’s thrusts forced another climax out of her convulsing pussy, her hands slapping the mattress as her nipple-pebbled breasts bounced, and her lips opened in a continual wail. “Oh yes!” Faith squealed as Anya speeded up, the former demon’s sweat streaming off her and onto Faith as the blonde thundered towards her own climax. “Oh yes, you are fucking nailing me good!” Faith’s sleekly-muscled back arched off the bed as she writhed and wailed her pleasure. “Mistress Anya!” she shrieked, pouty lips parting. “Drill me into the bed! You’re slicing me in two with your big cock!”

“Oh Buffy!” Willow trilled. “I know what I’m doing to you next time you let me ride you!”

“Gee, Will, thanks.” Buffy replied. “I’ll look forward to that for sure.”

“Legs around my waist,” Anya ordered as she leaned over Faith.

That was the last the former demon said for quite a while, for the moment Faith’s legs were wrapped around her waist, the blonde lowered her face into Faith’s glistening, jiggling chest, and proceeded to lick, kiss, and suckle on the flesh, every gentle and rough caress making the Slayer whimper in delight. Of course her pussy wasn’t forgotten, the blonde driving her cock in and half-way out, the legs locking her into position prohibiting a full withdrawal. Even the blonde’s hands were busy, locked as they were around the wailing brunette’s tiny waist, pulling her up and down the cock, only adding to the penetration as Faith’s own hands slid around the blonde’s toned physique.

Faith was busy shrieking another climax when Anya rose up onto her knees, her cock still lodged in the Slayer and continued fucking the Slayer, the brunette re-arranging herself in a position that had her shaking legs planted either side of the blonde and the rest of her weight supported on her arms as she moved into a wrestler’s bridge. Faith shook, her breath hitching as the blonde thrust deeper and deeper into her, one arm under Faith’s lower back, bracing her, but the other seemingly everywhere, teasing her nipples, her tits seemingly bouncing into her hands, stroking her clit, and sometimes fingering her ass. The pussy pounding by now was usual, but that roaming hand was constantly catching her by surprise with every touch, her chest heaving as she gasped for air, her blood seemingly on fire as she yearned for more pleasure.

”Ohhhh,” Willow cooed, drool forming on the red-head’s bottom lip. “That is one athletic-.”

”AAAAAAAAH!” Faith squealed as Anya suddenly changed from spanking her ass to grabbing and tugging on her clit, the surprise sending her pussy into gleeful convulsions. “AAAAAAH!” Faith continued her wailing as Anya changing her tugging to twisting, the Slayer’s wildly twitching limbs failing her, sending her collapsing to the bed.

“Hey bitch,” Anya lent over her and whispered into her ear, “you want some more?”
Faith nodded, already she could feel the desperate eagerness not only for her climax, but to pay tribute to her harem mistress by giving her yet more power. Anya beamed. “Then get up and bend over with your arms behind your back and hands clasped together.”

“Yes Mistress Anya.”

“Ooooh,” Joyce giggled as Faith got into position, and Anya leapt up behind her, grabbing her wrists in her hand, “this looks fun! So naughty!”

”Oh!” Faith grunted as Anya eased into her quivering snatch, the blonde letting out a contented sigh as her trim waist brushed against the curve of the brunette’s ass.

Anya eased herself out and then pushed back in, the blonde’s free hand eagerly roaming the sweating brunette’s body. “That feel good Faith?” Anya queried as her cock eased in and out of the brunette bombshell’s bald pussy, her long locks having fallen over the bent-over brunette’s face. “Does my cock feel good inside you?”

“Yes Mistress Anya,” Faith panted.

“Bet a dirty little bitch like you got used to the guards doing this to you in Juvie?” Anya queried.

”Oh yes,” Faith panted, “I’m just trailer park trash.”

Anya laughed. “That’s what I thought.”

“Oh yes, oh yes!” Faith panted and squirmed as Anya continued fucking her at the same unhurried pace, her free hand darting everywhere.

“Is that because you’re a dirty little slut?” Anya asked, her nails raking down the Slayer’s glistening back, Faith hissing in response.

”Yeah Mistress Anya, a dirty little slut!” Faith agreed as Anya grabbed her hair and tugged her head back.

“You love my cock pumping in and out of you?” Anya continued as she speeded up, her free hand darting under the Slayer to quickly pinch and twist a tit before roaming down the Slayer’s heaving belly to teasingly caress her throbbing pleasure button. “Am I cutting you in two, you skanky piece of trash?”

”It feels so good!” Faith agreed as Anya’s palm slapped against her ass then thumbed her butt hole, the sudden sensation making her jump as her twat heated up.

”You love it so much you don’t care what a dirty tramp you look!” Anya continued as her hand roamed Faith’s body, sometimes squeezing her tits, sometimes raking her back, sometimes grabbing her hair or choking her throat, sometimes slapping or fingering her ass, or even toying with her clit. “Your naked body sweating, your tits swinging, pussy leaking juices down your legs, and ass bouncing every time I spank it!” Faith shook as Anya expertly tweaked a nipple, her breath catching as pleasure vibrated over her. “What a naughty, slutty skin show you’re giving Mrs. Summers!”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Faith babbled as Anya’s hand darted all over her body, sometimes teasing her with tenderness, other times delivering a hearty slap or pinch that sent pain through her. “Hope you’re enjoying the show, Mrs Summers!”

“Oh I am dear,” Mrs. Summers giggled. “You’re both doing so well.”

Her dom’s praise only added to the roaring volcano between her legs, the earthquake of pleasure shaking in her crotch. “Fuck me good! Mistress Anya! Yesssss!”
Stars exploded before the Slayer beauty’s eyes as Anya once again grabbed and pinched her clit, her body shook and convulsed uncontrollably as her snatch did the same, juices spurting to streak down her legs as a laughing Anya continued to fuck her cunt and play with her pleasure button. “OH! OH! SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!”

“Grab your ankles and look up,” Anya ordered, her cock still pounding at Faith’s twat. The moment the Slayer obeyed, Anya grabbed her hips and continued. “Are you watching Faith? Watching my cock pound you?”

“Yes!” Faith exclaimed, her doe eyes fixed on the cock thrusting in and out of her cum-streaked pinkness. “Yes, Mistress Anya, it looks so good.”

“Wow,” Buffy shook her head as she supped at a can from the second pack of coke. “You gotta admire that Anya, she knows some moves and how to treat a sub.”

Anya’s trim midsection slapped against Faith’s rounded behind with increasing impact as the former demon began to speed up, sweat flowing off both the nude nubiles, the young women’s grunts filling the air as their watching audience marvelled at Anya’s erotic hunger and Faith’s sexual stamina.

“Wow,” Buffy commented. “Whatever else you can say about Faith, she certainly enjoys a good fucking.”

“And she can take one too!” Willow added.

”Oh yes,” Joyce agreed, “and Anya is certainly inventive.” The sex mage laughed as Anya suddenly yanked her cock out, Faith moaning piteously at the blonde just rubbing the soaked tip up and down Faith’s twitching labia. “Not letting her cum, how delightfully cruel!”

“And she’s off again!” Willow commented as Anya roughly re-inserted herself, one of her hands now spanking the hell out of Faith’s bubble-butt, the other pinching deep into the Slayer’s hip.

“Are you enjoying my big cock cutting you in half, bitch?” Anya asked.

”Look at her go!” Buffy’s giggle turned to a moan as her mom returned to fingering her and Willow’s twats, the trio’s eyes still fixed on the fucking going on before them.

“AH! AH! AH!” Faith’s screams echoed around the room as her pussy erupted, her eyes fixed on the sight of the juices spurting from her quivering cunt, her body shaking with delight as Anya continued her rigorous fucking. “So good! So good!”

Faith moaned as the blonde kept her cock inside the bucking beauty, pushing her down until she was only supported by her hands, her head inches from the floor, and the blonde stood between her outstretched legs, the blonde’s arms linked around Faith’s waist. “Oh!” Faith gasped as the remorseless blonde continued fucking her, her pace slowing to a teasing gentleness. “Oh!”

“It’s the sexiest wheelbarrow I ever saw!” Joyce giggled.

For a couple of minutes the sweating Slayer luxuriated in the tender pace, grateful for the chance to regain her breath, the arm-supporting position easy for one with her power. And then Anya speeded up, the blonde only pulling out half-way before ramming her cock back in, the Slayer’s cunt eagerly enveloping the cock on each entry, her twat’s nerves humming nicely with the sensation. And then Anya got even faster, her hips pulling back a quarter of the way before ramming forward, beating out a constant tattoo on the Slayer’s trembling G-spot. “Oh fuck!” Faith’s breath hitched as her vision blurred, sweat dripping into her eye as her arms flexed and her tits swung back and forth with an increasing vigour. “Oh fuck!” Faith wailed as sweat flew off their conjoined bodies, and then she was exploding with pleasure, her spurting juices soaking the woman fucking her.
“Oh fuck!” Faith squealed as Anya’s knuckles rubbed insistently against her clit, drawing her climax out to unimaginable lengths. “Oh fuccccck!”

“Did you ever want to be a ballerina, Faith?” Anya asked as her hand snatched at Faith’s full mane and dragged her up, the Slayer’s hair matted with horny sweat. “Because that’s the next position.” Anya pulled the dazed sub around to face, her the former demon’s eyes glazed with lust. “I want your left leg over my shoulder.” Faith obeyed, bracing herself against the sweat-soaked blonde.

The Slayer let out a low whimper as her aching pussy stretched to accommodate the new position, somehow she knew what was to come would be quite an experience.

“Wow,” Willow whistled. “That is one flexible slut.”

“Next time,” Buffy glanced at Willow, “we can try it.”

”Thanks Buff!” Willow beamed.

Faith moaned as the demon sunk her cock into her, arm reaching around to pull her closer. “You like this don’t you?” Anya asked as she kissed at the nape of Faith’s neck while so gently fucking her, their tits rubbing together. Faith nodded and panted, her nipples so hard with excitement she thought they might pop off, Anya’s other hand reaching around to grope her ass. “Do you want me to go faster?”

“Yes Mistress Anya,” Faith nodded as she stared up into the taller girl’s eyes, “fuck me hard! Fuck me fast! Fuck me deep!”

”Okay.” Anya’s hands moved to her hips, gently fondling her satin-skin. Then she pulled half-way out and slid back, her cock slapping against the Slayer’s battered G-spot.

“Oh,” Faith moaned softly. Anya grinned then pulled her hips back a quarter of the way and shoved rather than slid in, Faith’s ultra-responsive body shaking with the impact. “Oh,” Faith whimpered, sweat dripping into her eyes. Anya giggled before pulling back perhaps two inches if that and then driving her cock back into the Slayer’s stretched cunny. “Oh,” Faith shook and writhed, her nubile beauty nothing but the former demon’s playground. Anya grinned and stopped teasing Faith, now it was full speed ahead, hair and sweat flying as the air filled with Faith’s whimpers and Anya’s grunts as the blonde unmercifully nailed her toy, the fuck session ending inevitably with Faith’s wailing scream as she climaxed, stars erupting before her eyes as oxygen deprivation became a real problem. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD! YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!”

“Wow,” Joyce finished off the last of the cokes as Faith slumped to the floor, her body still quivering spasmodically and the now unfastened strap-on stuck in her twitching cunny, “that’s been quite the night. Faith how about you rustle up a snack for us all before Buffy walks Anya and Willow home, there’s a good girl.” Joyce beamed at Anya. “Welcome to the family dear.”